"What do you think. If you had a twelve inch dick wouldn't you feel better after playing with yourself?" But I do have a twelve inch dick" I replied s...rcasticallyShe looked at me and then calmly reached down across my flat stomach. Her small fine boned hand grasping my shaft as she started to pump away on my penis."Then you tell me. Does that make it feel any better"Oh my god that was a sublime feeling, and as her hand gently pumped up and down the full length of my cock I felt extreme pressure. My husband..." With that he pushed harder."Bitch I said I don't give a fuck about your husband. You picked me up in that bar. You brought me back here, so I'm not leaving until you make me fucking cum.! Now suck my cock you fucking cunt!" He pushed again and Cindy's head disappeared into the car, and I began to hear the sound of her slurping on this angry stranger's cock. I'll admit to being more than a little afraid of the situation. Here was my wife with another man living out her deepest. Should have been concentrating on something less dangerous. The budgeting spreadsheet. Dinner at home later. My husband.But no. Distracted all day. Flashes of him masturbating in the hotel this morning. Fucking him last night. Wondering how I'm still alive after so little sleep.I shake my head for the fiftieth time. Work's a write-off so I make my excuses. Flexitime's such a perk.The hotel elevator pings and I step out, the gaudy carpet in the corridor muffling my boots. Who's behind the rooms. The adults just started laughing, I guess they knew what we were up too but didn’t seem to mind. (what happens in the family stays in the family, right?)After we bought our sodas we made our way up to the school yard. It seemed to have shrunk but Cyndi and I were both teenagers now and this was an elementary school. We sat under our same old tree and I swear it was just like we were in a time machine because we both just gave each other a nice deep kiss. She then took my hand and brought it up.